For days, I had been restless. My thoughts always drifted to my mother. The memory of her when I walked in on her last week in the shower and her full breasts—soft, warm, heavy in my hands—haunted me. I recalled the dark curls between her thighs, the musky scent of her skin, the secret folds I had explored before.
She caught me staring sometimes. “What?” she’d ask. “N-Nothing,” I’d stammer, heart pounding.
I couldn’t help it. Every night, I imagined her body—her nipples, her hips, the hidden wetness between her legs.
And when Friday came, I barely paid attention in class. Would she go out again? Would I get another chance?
My mother left that night. I waited, trembling, in my room. I stripped to my boxers, gripping myself beneath the sheets. My cock throbbed at the thought—her pussy, exposed.
Would I touch her again? Would I go further?
Footsteps echoed downstairs. She was drunk. Perfect.
I rushed to help her upstairs, heart hammering. She collapsed onto the bed, limp, legs dangling. Fingers shaking, I lifted her skirt.
White cotton panties greeted me—floral prints, a tiny red bow.
My breath hitched. I traced her slit through the fabric. Warm. Damp. Forbidden.
Swiftly, I peeled the underwear away.
The scent hit me—musky, feminine. I pressed the fabric to my face, inhaling deeply.
My cock strained against my boxers.
Spreading her thighs, I ran a finger along her folds. Hair tickled my skin. She was wet.
I pushed inside, slow, feeling the slick walls tighten.
A groan escaped me. I needed more.
Kneeling, I parted her lips. Pink flesh glistened. A small nub at the top. A dark hole below.
My finger returned, sinking deep. She twitched.
I froze. She settled.
Pulling free, I sniffed my finger—thick, intoxicating.
Driven by lust, I leaned in. I licked.
Salty. Heavenly.
My body acted before my mind could protest.
I stood, gripping my cock. Hard. Desperate.
Guiding myself to her entrance, I pushed.
Her heat swallowed me. Tight. Wet.
“Oh God.”
I sank deeper, gasping. Her warmth pulsed around me.
Hips moving on instinct, I thrust. Slow at first. Then harder.
Her breasts bounced. I grabbed them. Firm. Soft.
She moaned. My pulse spiked.
“Mmm… Wha—?”
She stirred. My stomach dropped. But I couldn’t stop.
I fucked her faster. Her hips shifted. Her eyes fluttered open.
And then—
Locked onto mine.
“Oh my… ahhhh your fucking me…. your…. dick…. ahh is inside me.”
“Wheres my cock,” I said to her as I kept fucking her harder.
“AHHHH its… in my pussy,” she moaned.
“You want me to keep going?” I demanded, my voice raw and primal.
“I-I can’t believe… y-you got the balls to have sex with me, Ahhhh… why,” she gasped, her body responding to mine despite her disbelief. She was staring down her body at her pussy as my dick went in and out at a blur. “Ahhhh answer… answer me young man ahhh… or I won’t let you… continue?”
“I… I wanted to feel you,” I panted, hips slamming into her fierce and unrelenting. “I needed to know what your pussy feels like wrapped around me. It’s so fucking tight…”
She bucked up to meet my thrusts, her nails digging into my back. “A-ha! You… you wanted this all along! Ha! I knew it!” She craned her neck, lips parted in a mix of shock and ravished pleasure.
I reached down, circling her clit with my thumb. She jolted at the contact, a high-pitched moan spilling from her lips. Her pussy squeezed me harder, milking my cock with every stroke.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” I groaned, picking up the pace. “I knew you’d be, always dripping for me with those big perky tits and that sweet little cunt.”
Her eyes rolled back, and she threw her head against the pillow, gasping. “Oh god, oh fuck, I can’t believe I’m letting you do this. I can’t believe I like it… when you talk about my…”
“Your sweet cunt, arghh Mom, look at my cock,” I said as she looked down her body and watched my cock slide in and out of her pussy.
I pounded into her harder, my hips a relentless machine. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. Her tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and pink, begging for attention. I leaned down, taking one into my mouth, sucking and biting gently. She cried out, her back arching off the bed.
“Oh fuck, Lucas! Yes, yes, right there!” Her hands gripped my hair, holding me to her breast. I lavished attention on one nipple before moving to the other, my cock never pausing its frantic pace.
I lifted my head, my breath ragged. “You like that, Mom? You like me sucking on your nipples while I fuck you?”
She bit her lip, her eyes glazed with lust. “Y-yes, I do. Fuck, you’re so… so good at this.”
A dark chuckle escaped me. “I’ve been practicing. Dreaming of this moment. Of your pussy wrapped around me, your tits in my mouth.”
She moaned, her hips bucking wildly. “You naughty boy. You should have told me. I would have… oh god, I would have let you do this sooner.”
I grinned, my hips moving faster, driving deeper. “Is that right? You would have let me fuck you anytime I wanted?”
“Yes! Yes, I would have!” Her eyes rolled back as I changed the angle, hitting a spot that made her scream. “Fuck, right there! Don’t stop!”
I slammed into her, my body slick with sweat. Her pussy clenched around me, pulsing with each thrust. I could feel her getting closer, her breath coming in short gasps.
“Lucas, I’m… I’m going to come. Fuck, I’m going to come all over your cock.”
I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it in tight circles, matching the pace of my thrusts. “Come for me, Mom. Let me feel that sweet pussy milk my cock.”
She cried out, her body convulsing underneath me. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, waves of pleasure pulsing through her. I grunted, my hips stuttering as I chased my own release. With a final, deep thrust, I came, filling her with my hot seed.
Croaking out a primal roar, I collapsed on top of her, my cocktail twitched inside her with every pulse of my heart. We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breath slowly returning to normal. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own.
After a while, I lifted my head, looking into her eyes. They were soft, sated, but there was a hint of something else there. A mix of shock, awe, and perhaps a touch of fear.
“Lucas,” she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on my back. “What… what do we do now?”
I smiled, rolling off her and pulling her into my arms. “We deal with it, like we always do. Together.”
She nodded, snuggling closer. I knew this was just the beginning. Our lives would never be the same, but in that moment, with her body warm and soft against mine, I didn’t care. I had her, and that was all that mattered.